This poem, ostensibly about a dandelion flower gone to seed, is not about a dandelion flower at all.  Rather, the poem explores the fragility of life and relationships.  The slightest events can lead to enormous changes of circumstances.  So take care to avoid unnecessary upsets.  But when upsets inevitably appear, do your best to choose to go with the flow.  After all, the scattered seeds will birth new beauty.

FRAGILITY

This dandelion
head I carry cupped
in one hand’s lee
against a zephyr’s whimsy:
perfect symmetry of sphere,
nucleus sprouting spokes
sporting inverted umbrella wisps.
The slightest
stumble, or unfortunate exhalation
scatters dismemberment
and loss, gracefully,
a floating meditation,
without thought
of sadness or complaint.